One muggy and unusual night, I woke at 3 AM, hazily recalled predictions of spectacular meteor showers, and dragged a sleepy Larry with me out to our driveway to watch for meteorites. After craning our necks for a few minutes that seemed like hours, we finally saw one or two tiny, magnificent flashes. It was a catch-it-in-the-corner-of-your-eye type thing. There and gone. Blink and you miss it. We stumbled back inside and I couldn't sleep for the Glory of God's night sky. Words pelted my brain and I had to write them down. (See the very first post: Meteors at Night.)

Like the meteor shower, my inspiration often comes unbidden at night in quick bursts that demand my attention. I get excited about it. I don't want to miss it, not any of it. Not one quick flash, not one Illumined moment, not one whisper from God.

I'm trying hard to catch it and collect it and put it all in one sky. You're welcome to do a little gazing here anytime.

Saturday, December 29, 2012

Blissfully Blank



Christmas is packed away,
and the house has
a spartan elegance now,
a comfortable simplicity,
with clean countertops,
bare walls,
empty corners,
easy floors.

It has
no clutter,
no expectations,
no excess,
no concessions to tradition.

It’s just a homey place to rest,
a haven for relaxing,
a place to catch your breath.

It’s a blissfully blank canvas,
open to hopeful changes, and
ready for a new year’s blessings.
Posted by at

No comments:

Post a Comment

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)